Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.